The Reason I'm Here

Yeah

Feel triumphant in this bitch, man

Yeah

It's that burgundy hoodie with ripped

Jeans and eight and a half Timbos

That waitin' in the cold and handin' out mad demos

I drag weirdos by earlobes from stretch limos

I'm showin' you tonight like chillin' with Jay Leno

I use words well, that's word to my well-wordin'

It's alcohol I bring to the cup with no bottle service

I'm the big brother to niggas that fell circus

You ain't nothin' like your big brother, nigga, you Seth Curry

And you move like your leg prosthetic, you fake steppin'

You tryna pick apart my story, no page left in

I'm shinin' from the ground to ceilin', my flaws essen'

Great lessons, so I sold through the hymn like Dave Beckham

My city on my back like whip scars and slavery to it

Only nigga with the bravery to it

So it's unidentified that I caught it like an alien threw it

My script game Scorsese into it

Nigga, these shoes that I fill at the moment, I'll never step out 'em

Knowin' a lot of niggas upset 'bout 'em

Regulars'll keep you ragged if you A-lab 'em

Go on my voice memo app to hear my next album

It's triple-double and five assists

With a egg, a orange juice, a piece of bacon, a side of grits

I been through the jungle, seen it all like a Fire Stick

You get it? A hieroglyph

My shit is off the scale like psoriasis

And they pissed, sayin', "No, you makin' too many pop records"

But still got enough soul to jump on a Pac record

Facial expression like wifey told you to stop textin'

And lookin' up like you feel a draft and you grabbin' your winter coat

And my story is gettin' good, you lucky my pen ain't broke

'Cause my ink got you niggas shook

They say I'm potential G.O.A.T., so I better get separate luck

From the average amateur workin' on givin' direct input

I could write about seven books

In about seven minutes and seven seconds, it's effortless

Seven million and seven words in my seventy-seven plus